The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem